Look who walked in the door late last evening.
Hambone and PawPaw are going to hang out today.

October 26, 2016 - Wednesday

32 degrees/cloudy/breezy

Pentoga Road

I don't know if it's the impending rain or I'm just getting soft, but I can hardly keep my eyes open this morning. That's not like me, but I was up several times during the night. That's not like me either.

Having that large mug of green tea during the late evening hours didn't help. I was up several times heeding nature's call.

I'm not very bright. WHY, I wondered at 2 AM, would I drink so much tea that close to bedtime? 

I used to drink a large mug each evening when I lived in Alaska. It was relaxing, my reward for surviving a day of hard work or play. It didn't cause me to awaken and nature was kinder to me in those days.

I just love getting old. Other than my belly, it seems as though every other part of my body is shrinking or not working nearly as well as it used to. So much for an evening mug of tea.

Arriving home from my walk on Tuesday morning, I immediately donned my hip waders and muddled out through the waters of Lake Pentoga to the trailer. 

Wouldn't you know it. Most of the depth was shallow enough except for that area directly in front of the trailer. It would have covered the engine of the four wheeler by six inches. 

I reached down into the water and grabbing the tongue, began rocking the entire trailer back and forth while pulling. It crept ahead a bit, then more, and finally, a foot or two, enough that I could safely hitch it onto the ATV.

Life's victories come in different packages. Yesterday's rescue of the trailer was a good one. 

I couldn't grease the wheel bearings until I moved the boat and trailer from in front of the barn. Deciding that our fishing season is over, I made the boat ready for the next six months of snow, emptying and turning it over, then parking it in it's usual place for the winter.

With both trailers taken care of, I turned my attentions to taking down the lattice that the black cherry tomatoes had been growing on alongside the barn.

After, I finished cleaning out the homemade trug and the four pyramids. It was only two and a half weeks ago when the south side of the barn was a lush, plush, garden with flowers and vegetables. 

October 6, 2016

October 25, 2016

All sorts of piddly, get-ready-for-winter, chores were done on Tuesday. I dug the dahlia bulbs and set those on newspaper to dry.

The dahlia bulbs, along with the squash and other vegetables, will soon be carried to the basement for winter storage.

So the afternoon went. Cuttings were taken of the ruffled petunias and placed in water to take root. Those will be planted in vermiculite and taken to the basement to be kept dormant for the next five or six months.

It was late afternoon and the shadows were getting long. I called it a day and plopped in my recliner to watch the 1964 movie, Fail Safe, with Henry Fonda and Walter Mathau on the Turner Classic Movie Channel. I well remember when the nuclear holocaust film appeared on the big screen and how frightened I was at the thought of an atomic war. I still am.

Our evening was short last night as Sargie had to close the Vision Center then pick up Grady on her way home. She opens today.

I'm not certain what's on Grady's and my agenda. If it doesn't rain, we'll be outside doing one thing or the other. I thought of making a toy wooden boat in the shop so he could float it on Lake Pentoga, but it's to rain and besides, it's too cold. 

At some point, we'll be going to town as I need to purchase a new battery for the Ford tractor. No doubt, we'll stop in and see Yooper Brother Mark at the plant. Other than that, who knows?

Well, there's one thing that's common knowledge:

A man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...